Obstacles Can't Stop You, Problems Can't Stop You, People Can't Stop You. Only You Can Stop You!

Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.

Lewis B. Smedes

It's clever, but is it Art?

Rudyard Kipling

My illness is excruciating and difficult to cope with. It takes over your entire life and causes more suffering than I can describe.

Laura Hillenbrand

I did not attend his funeral; but I wrote a nice letter saying I approved of it. About a politician who had recently died

Mark Twain

This is the team. We're trying to go to the moon. If you can't put someone up, please don't put them down.

NASA

She had received ideas which disposed her to be courteous and kind to all, and to pity every one, as being less happy than herself.

Jane Austen

You must be willing to do the things today others don't do in order to have the things tomorrow others won't have.

Les Brown, Live Your Dreams

To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummationDevoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause: there's the respectThat makes calamity of so long life;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,The insolence of office and the spurnsThat patient merit of the unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover'd country from whose bournNo traveller returns, puzzles the willAnd makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;And thus the native hue of resolutionIs sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,And enterprises of great pith and momentWith this regard their currents turn awry,And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisonsBe all my sins remember'd!

William Shakespeare

I believe that I was a dog in a past life. That's the only thing that would explain why I like to snack on Purina Dog Chow.

Dean Koontz

When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid -- in which case all comment is superfluous -- or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.

Miguel de Unamuno

Defense is the stronger form with the negative object, and attack the weaker form with the positive object.

Ernest Hemingway

IAGO: She that was ever fair and never proud,Had tongue at will and yet was never loud,Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay,Fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may,'She that being anger'd, her revenge being nigh,Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly,She that in wisdom never was so frailTo change the cod's head for the salmon's tail;She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind,See suitors following and not look behind,She was a wight, if ever such wight were,--DESDEMONA: To do what?IAGO: To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.

William Shakespeare